Chapter 7: Blood word on the wall

【Dark fruit grows from the ancient abyss, the dead worm will last forever with the world】
Gu Jun murmured again, a strange language spit out from his mouth, and his head was about to burst with pain.
What does mean? Who painted it?
A terrible surge came from the bottom of his heart, and he vaguely saw the blood words on the wall creeping slightly ... Every blood word was piled up by countless tiny worms ... It was those corpses, those Worms produced by decay of corpses ...
"Hao Jun? Hao Jun?"
Suddenly, Gu Jun's consciousness was pulled back by other people's nervous call. All the illusions disappeared in a flash. He took a breath and took a breath to see the surroundings. Everything had not changed, but Cai Zixuan and Wang Ruoxiang all stopped to look at him .
"Are you okay? Are you okay?" Cai Zixuan asked repeatedly, walked with Xu Hai to help him.
Gu Jun's sudden yelling really shocked them, and when he saw him covering his head, his complexion also became worse, not as if he was messing around.
"Sit down." Wang Ruoxiang pulled an experimental bench and let Gu Jun sit down. Although he didn't like this person, it didn't mean he wanted him to die.
"I'm fine." Gu Jun shook his head and didn't sit down. "Think of something."
'S words came to my mind, and they were lingering like a nightmare.
There is that lab ... does it really exist? Or is it just his messy imagination?
"Don't hold on when you have something." Wang Ruoxiang was a little suspicious. "Your face looks like you just got out of Formalin ..."
Gu Jun's mouth twitched: "..." What analogy are you asshole?
"Want to drink some hot water?" She frowned and asked again.
Hot water? Gu Jun sighed, after all, it is the first clinical article: hot water can cure all diseases ...
At this time, the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and came in a figure, "Students, how is the experiment done?"
The crowd immediately looked around and called out: "Ancient teacher." The person is a middle-aged and old man with semi-white hair. He has a strong stride. The white coat on his body is a flamboyant wind. Professor Gu Ronggu.
Professor is famous for his elegant and easy-going nature. He often tells students cold jokes and is very joking, so he is very popular with everyone. But now, as soon as Professor Gu sees Gu Jun, the smile on his face disappears, "Little Gu is also there."
"Ancient teacher." Gu Jun nodded, "Follow it and learn something."
"Oh, that's so strange." Professor Gu's tone is very rigid, obviously suppressing a sulking, "It's rare that you work so hard."
Cai Zixuan looked at each other, they all knew that Professor Gu hated iron and made steel ...
Speaking of it, Professor Gu is the last teacher to "give up" Tu Haojun. In the past, Professor Gu always defended him in various ways. The reason why Gu Jun has not been kicked out of the school for eight years cannot be separated from those maintenance. Teacher.
"Don't tell me, you have to prepare for the make-up exam?" Professor Gu was indeed angry, and he got angry when he saw Gu Jun.
Follow something to learn? This guy's college entrance examination score is one of the best in the eight-year program, and he is not a person who is studying dead. He has all kinds of talents for studying medicine. If he is a kind of person who is willing to study hard, it is impossible for him in this laboratory His position. what a pity.
"Ancient teacher, Hao Jun ... oh no ..." Cai Zixuan quickly changed his voice, "A Jun, he is preparing to make up the exam."
"Go back to read when you are ready to make up the exam." Professor Gu has no hope for Gu Jun. "The exam does not take the research done here."
"Well, everybody, then I will go first." Gu Jun looked around them and turned away, and told Professor Gu about his changes with actual actions.
"Classmates, I tell you frankly, Gu Jun is very talented." Professor Gu said very loudly, as if he had deliberately told Gu Jun who had not gone far: "But he was too dead. So he died. The most important thing to do in medicine is not how smart you are, but calm, prudent, and diligent! You should take him as a warning and keep going.
Everyone nodded thoughtfully, Cai Zixuan sighed.
Wang Ruoxiang looked at the back of Gu Jun's departure and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. It was indeed like what Professor Gu said ... pity.
"I just received a new piece of news." Professor Gu said seriously, "The Provincial Department of Health attaches great importance to our school's Pioneer Cup. We need to select a batch of new medical talents. As for the selection criteria and what I have chosen, I Not much is known for the time being, but this time it really takes it very seriously. "
Everyone was surprised when they heard the news. There wasn't any noise before, what happened?
On the other side, Gu Jun walked out of the laboratory and did not go far, so he walked ten steps to the other laboratory that was almost next to each other and raised his hand to knock on the door.
The door opened. The door was opened by a young man, of medium build, wearing pair of rimless glasses, with a gentle temperament, and with a few bunches of hair curling, looks very much like Detective Conan, Zhang Lin, Brother Zhang.
"Ajun, you are here."
Senior Brother Zhang has two years of high school, five-year program, post-graduate research, and is now studying for the first year of graduate school. The two met at the basketball club and had a good relationship. Gu Jun disappeared for a few months, Zhang Lin was also puzzled, until yesterday he suddenly called ...
Gu Jun walked into the laboratory, closed the door, and asked, "Brother, did I bring what I wanted?"
Must hurry, he has a certain sense of uneasiness, he must hurry up.
"The band brought it." Zhang Lin stared at Gu Jun without letting go of any micro-expressions, "Are you really just using it as an experiment?"
"Otherwise, murder?" Gu Jun smiled helplessly, "Brother, I will not mess up, am I that kind of person."
"Hmm ..." Zhang Lin thought and nodded, "Okay." Actually, instead of asking someone for help, he just helped, but the local tyrant asked a few more words.
This cell room laboratory is not large. On one side are two vertical laminar flow clean benches side by side, on the other side is an experimental bench with centrifuges, constant temperature water baths and other equipment. At the front is a vertical cell incubator. Is against the wall.
There is a stainless steel trolley on the ground next to the workbench. A small portable liquid nitrogen tank is placed on the cart. It is half a meter high and is covered with a dark green jacket.
"If the cells of medulloblastoma, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not in our Dongda University, you really need to go to which cell bank to buy." Zhang Lin pointed to the liquid nitrogen tank, "This is a laboratory The inventory cells have brought you. "
Gu Jun walked over and looked at the liquid nitrogen tank and took a deep breath.
The way he thought of dealing with "human brainstem tumor targeted drugs" is to do animal experiments. There is no answer to the analysis of the ingredients of the drugs. How to do the experiment still needs to be done.
The number of experiments is the same as that of Wang Ruoxiang. They make tumors on experimental animals, and then treat them with drugs to see the effect.
But Wang Ruoxiang made tumors in mice, but he wanted to make tumors of human origin. It is impossible to use Kunming mice to grow human-derived tumor cells. The species is always different. Its own immune system will immunize human-derived cells, so it is necessary to use immunodeficient mice.
Human cells of medulloblastoma are in this liquid nitrogen tank. Take them out and use them after resuscitation.
"Does that old Chinese medicine doctor you know really have such a god?" Zhang Lin asked while putting on disposable gloves and masks. "Tampering with some Chinese medicinal materials and grinding them into powder, even the tumor can be cured? It is also the mother of the pulp Cell tumor? "His spectacles flashed with vigilant light, and he didn't believe it at all." I think it's an old magic stick. "
It's just that Tu Haojun has never done anything. The similar thing wasn't done for the first time, and Zhang Lin didn't feel strange.
"Whether it's a magician or a magic stick, you have to give it a try before you know it." Gu Jun also put on a glove mask. "That old guy knows a lot, and he has a lot of massage, so I can take you free."
"Here is the lead." Zhang Lin said as he opened the lid of the liquid nitrogen tank, and a cold mist suddenly poured out from the mouth of the tank.
He took the hook hooked by the mouth of the tank and slowly lifted out a canister inside the tank, and the cold mist was more and more filled ...